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After traveling for an unknown amount of time, the grayish-white fog ahead suddenly cleared.

A vast, empty space appeared before them.

In that void, there was no chaotic energy, no fragments of laws, and no remains.

Only a dilapidated platform hangs in the center.

The platform was grayish-white, with numerous cracks on its surface, as if it had experienced a cataclysmic impact.

Dozens of palm-sized crystals were scattered around the platform.

Those crystals were dark red all over, like congealed blood clots.

Each crystal contains a pure and powerful primordial force.

That was the primordial crystal formed after the fall of a peak existence of Hunyuan Taiji.

Xuan Du gazed at the dark red crystals, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Original Crystallization"

"It was formed from the remaining primordial power after that being's foundation collapsed."

"Each piece is enough to allow a half-step Hunyuan Taiji being to break through the bottleneck."

Taixu stood beside him, sensing the power contained within those crystals.

"Truly pure, and untainted by any remaining traces of will."

"This is the most precious opportunity in the depths of the Ruins of Return."

Xuan Du nodded slightly and stepped onto the dilapidated Taoist platform.

The platform trembled slightly the moment he stepped down, as if the remaining Daoist aura was sensing his presence.

But the tremor only lasted for a moment before it subsided.

Because the power of Hunyuan Taiji is enough to inspire awe in any remaining Daoist spirit.

Xuan Du lowered his eyes, gazing at the primordial crystals scattered around the Dao Platform.

He raised his hand, and the Chaos Pearl hovered in his palm, with forty-nine Chaos Restrictions lighting up simultaneously.

A chaotic light curtain extended out, enveloping all the dark red crystals.

Immediately, a gray-white figure slowly stepped out from the Chaos Pearl.

Xue Yuan stood on the platform, his blurry eyes gazing at the primordial crystals, his remnant power surging slightly.

"Master, these primordial crystals are enough for me to rebuild my Dao foundation."

Xueyuan's voice trembled with a tremor that even a billionaire had never experienced.

Xuan Du looked at him and nodded slightly.

"Then let's begin."

"I will protect you with the Chaos Pearl and guard the outer perimeter with the Void. You can focus on refining it."

Xueyuan bowed deeply, performing the full salute.

"Your disciple obeys."

He sat cross-legged in the center of the platform, and his gray-white figure slowly solidified on the platform.

Xuan Du stood at the edge of the platform, with the Chaos Pearl hanging above his head, and forty-nine restrictions flowing simultaneously.

Taixu retreated a hundred feet away from the platform, his gray sword intent flowing around him like water, his sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

Deep within the Ruins of Return, on that dilapidated platform, three figures each occupied their respective positions.

Blood Abyss reshapes the foundation of the Dao, Taixu guards the outer perimeter, and Xuandu protects the left and right.

Beyond the gray-white mist, the vast, chaotic void continued to churn.

In the farthest reaches, three slumbering auras seemed to sense the fluctuations emanating from the depths of the Ruins of Return and began to slowly awaken.

That is something that has been sleeping in the Chaos Graveyard for hundreds of millions of years.

They were awakened.

Deep within the Ruins of Return, on that dilapidated Dao Platform, Xue Yuan sat cross-legged, his gray-white figure slowly solidifying within the dark red Origin Crystal, the reshaping of his Dao Foundation steadily progressing.

Taixu stood a hundred feet away, his gray sword intent flowing around him like water. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, sensing every subtle fluctuation within the gray-white mist.

Xuan Du stood at the edge of the platform, his green robes fluttering slightly. The Chaos Pearl hung above his head, and forty-nine restrictions flowed continuously, completely enveloping the void around Xue Yuan.

He didn't move, nor did he rush to leave.

Because he sensed it.

Deeper into the Ruins of Return, at the end of the gray-white mist, three long-dormant auras are slowly awakening.

The aura was ancient and decaying, like an ancient corpse that had been sleeping for millions of years being awakened and struggling to stand up from the abyss.

Xuan Du sensed the changes in the three auras, his gaze calm as still water, but a faint smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"She's awake after all."

Taixu stood a hundred feet away, and he also sensed the fluctuations of those three auras. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly.

"Three beings at the Hunyuan Taiji level are slumbering in the deeper part of Guixu, using the death energy of this place to maintain their bodies."

"Now, it is awakened by the aura of the Blood Abyss reshaping its foundation."

Xuan Du nodded, his voice calm:

"good."

"Although the fog of resentment surrounding the Ruins of Return is thick, it is ultimately just inanimate matter."

"What is truly valuable are those things that lie dormant deep within."

"They were once masters of Hunyuan Taiji in life, and even after their deaths, their remains still retain a profound foundation of their origins."

Upon hearing this, Taixu's gaze narrowed slightly, but he did not ask any further questions.

He sensed the deeper meaning behind Xuandu's words.

Xuan Du came to Guixu not only to help Xue Yuan rebuild his Dao foundation, nor only to find fragments of laws and crystallized origins.

His true target is those dormant beings.

Taixu stood deep within the Ruins of Return, his gray sword intent flowing endlessly.

He sensed the three approaching auras, but felt no tension whatsoever; instead, he was filled with a fighting spirit eager to try his luck.

Xuan Du gazed at the churning mist in the distance, sensing that the three decaying yet vast auras were slowly approaching the void where he was, piercing through layers of grayish-white resentful mist.

"They're here."

Xuan Du spoke in a low voice, his voice echoing slightly across the empty platform.

Deep within the Ruins of Guixu, the gray-white mist suddenly surged.

Three figures slowly emerged from the mist, standing in the void, lined up in a row.

The first figure was withered like a skeleton, its entire body grayish-white, surrounded by dark red death energy, and its empty eye sockets glowed with two eerie green lights.

The second figure had an indistinct face and was shrouded in a layer of grayish-brown mist. Only a pair of crimson eyes were faintly visible in the mist, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps.

The third one was the tallest, standing a thousand feet high. It was covered with a layer of dark golden, decaying scales, beneath which were exposed, stark white bones, like a giant beast that had crawled out of the depths of hell.

Three beings, each possessing an aura of the initial stage of Hunyuan Taiji.

Although it has long since decayed and perished, its aura still retains the oppressive feeling of its peak period.

Three pairs of empty and aged eyes simultaneously fell upon the dilapidated Dao platform and the gray-white figure who was rebuilding his Dao foundation.

Its deep green eyes flickered slightly.

"A living person... intruded into the Ruins of Return... and is even rebuilding their Dao foundation here..."

The voice was hoarse and bone-scraping, carrying a rawness that had been unspoken for millions of years.

The misty figure with crimson eyes did not speak, but stood there quietly, its gaze shifting back and forth between Xuandu and Taixu.

The colossal beast with its dark gold, decaying scales lowered its head, and a dark red light surged within its empty eye sockets.

"Those who disturb our eternal slumber shall die."

Xuan Du stood at the edge of the platform, gazing at the three figures with an unchanged expression.

"sleep?"

"You have already perished in the billions of yuan, and you are only maintaining your remnants by the death energy in the Ruins of Return."

"What difference is there between such a long sleep and being a walking corpse?"

"I am here today to give you an opportunity."

Dark red light suddenly surged in the eye sockets of the dark golden behemoth.

"Chance?"

"We've been sleeping soundly for billions; what opportunity could possibly be worth waking us up?"